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Nazim, what happiness that, open and confident, you can say “Hello”from the bottom of your heart!The year is 1940.The month, July.The day is the first Thursday of the month.The hour: 9.Date your letters in detail this way.We live in such…
In the Istanbul Detention House yard on a sunny winter day after rain,as clouds, red tiles, walls, and my face trembled in puddles on the ground, I—with what was bravest and meanest in me, what was strongest and weakest—I thought…
My wife, life of my life, my Pirayé,I’m thinking about death,which means my arteries are hardening…One day when it’s snowing,or one nightor in the heat of one noon, which of us will die first,how and where?How and what will bethe…
Come she saidStay she saidSmile she saidDie she said I cameI stayedI smiledI died
Because of you, each day is a melon slicesmelling sweetly of earth.Because of you, all fruits reach out to meas if I were the sun.Thanks to you, I live on the honey of hope. You are the reason my heart…
They’ve taken us prisoner,they’ve locked us up: me inside the walls, you outside.But that’s nothing.The worstis when people—knowingly or not— carry prison inside themselves…Most people have been forced to do this,honest, hard-working, good peoplewho deserve to be loved as much…
You are my drunkenness…I did not sober up, as if I can do that;I don’t want to anyway.I have a headache, my knees are full of scarsI am in mud all aroundI struggle to walk towards your hesitant light.
You are my enslavement and my freedomYou are my flesh burning like a raw summer nightYou are my countryYou are the green silks in hazel eyesYou are big, beautiful and triumphantAnd you are my sorrow that isn’t feltthe more I…
I finally made it to your city,but I was late, Samet,we couldn’t get together:I was late by the space of death.I didn’t want to hear your voiceon tape, samet—I can’t look at pictures of the deadwithout totally dying. But the…
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,It is like listening to the most beautiful songFrom the most beautiful voice on earth…But hope is not enough for me any more,I don’t want to listen to songs any more,I want to sing.